Song Yuan used to go to the supermarket without a goal or plan. She might just want to buy a few bottles of drinks and end up buying a shopping cart full of snacks. Ever since Rong Ting came, she gradually began to have a plan and rules. Every time she went to the supermarket, she would write down what she needed to buy on her phone. This way, she would be much more efficient and avoid buying things that she didn't need.
However, Yung Heng was unknowingly and quietly ruining her plan.
The snacks that she casually picked up to look at were put back on the snack shelf because the calorie meter was beyond what she could bear. He quietly took them and threw them into the shopping cart.
The big bag of potato chips that she took a second look at was also thrown into the shopping cart by him. Finally, when she was about to pay the bill, she found that there were a lot of snacks and other unimportant things in the shopping cart.
She glanced at the father and son who were following behind her.
Rong Ting quivered and immediately said, "It wasn't me. Father put them there. I saw it!"
If it wasn't his fault, no one else could blame it on him.
Yung Heng was silent. He basically admitted that he put these things there.
Song Yuan was speechless. "Do you want to eat these snacks?"
In her memory, Yung Heng didn't like to eat snacks at all. He rarely even ate fruits. It was impossible to change all his habits in the modern era.
Yung Heng couldn't play dead anymore. He could only say helplessly, "I saw you pick them up and look at them for a long time. If you want to eat them, just buy them. Don't hesitate."
"I was looking at the calorie meter." Song Yuan explained patiently, "I thought some of them were too high in calories. I'll get fat if I eat them, so I put them down."
The ancient people didn't understand the calorie meter.
Yung Heng picked up the bag of potato chips and said softly, "I think this is very light. It's not a lot."
"That's not how the calorie meter is calculated. Do you think that eating ice cream has no calories?" Song Yuan wanted to laugh. It was rare for the omnipotent and omniscient Emperor to be in a daze. "I'm just looking at it. It doesn't mean I want to eat it."
"If you don't want to eat it, why did you pick it up to look at it?"
Rong Ting was also swayed and unknowingly stood on the side of his Imperial Father. "That's right. If Imperial Mother doesn't want to eat, why should she look?"
Song Yuan: "…"
This time, they did not use the manual checkout route. There were too many people in line, and there was a long queue behind any cashier. Ever since the supermarket allowed self-service, Song Yuan no longer used the manual checkout route. They also needed to line up at the self-service machine, but it was very fast. It did not take long for them to reach the queue.
Yung Heng and Rong Ting stood aside and watched.
Song Yuan scanned the items in the shopping cart one by one.
Rong Ting glanced at the long queue at the artificial passage and couldn't help but rejoice. Fortunately, he came to the supermarket with Imperial Mother. If he came alone with Imperial Father, wouldn't he have to wait for a long time?
Song Yuan paid the bill. Yung Heng had already taken out his wallet from his pocket and was ready to pay —
In the next second, he saw Song Yuan leave with the bag. The supermarket staff did not stop her?
She had already paid? When did she pay?
Song Yuan sent out the receipt. The money she spent this time was just enough to support one lucky draw. The three of them came to the crowded lucky draw area. Song Yuan handed the receipt to Rong Ting and looked at him encouragingly. "My luck is not good. I've never won a bottle of wine since I was young. Gugu, you draw. Draw a big prize!"
Rong Ting held the receipt in his hand. He was surprised and excited. He looked up at Song Yuan. Because it was very noisy here, he had to shout loudly, "Mother, what do you want? I'll draw for you!"
His tone … was too confident.
Song Yuan tiptoed to look at the prizes placed at the lucky draw area. She pointed at the yellow mini suitcase and said, "I want that. You can use it when you go on a trip."
"Okay!" Rong Ting nodded solemnly with a look of victory on his face.
Yung Heng was not used to this kind of noisy scene, especially when he was pushed by an auntie …
When it was their turn to draw, Rong Ting used all his strength to turn the wheel. What followed was the moment that everyone looked forward to.
The needle spun and spun, successfully avoiding the first prize of a 2,000 yuan shopping card, the second prize of a refrigerator, and the third prize of an electric car. In the end, it stopped at the two bags of rice.
The salesperson held the microphone and said excitedly, "Congratulations, little friend. You have won two bags of Thai rice, a total of 40 kilograms!"
…
Rong Ting was quite happy. Although he did not win the suitcase that his mother wanted, he won two big bags of rice! As the saying goes, food is the most important thing to people. He relied on his own luck to win two bags of rice. At least he and his mother would not have to buy rice for a long time.
Song Yuan was also in a good mood. Participation was the most important thing in a lucky draw. Even if she won a tissue, she would be happy. Seeing her son so happy, her mood was even better.
Only Yung Heng, who was standing to the side, looked at the two bags of rice on the ground and wanted to look up to the sky and sigh.
It was good to win two bags of rice, but the key was how to carry it back? He could not let his son, who would officially turn six in a week or two, carry it, right? Rong Ting's weight was only about 50 kilograms. How could he carry 40 kilograms of rice?
Yung Heng had always been very crafty. Before Song Yuan could think about how to carry the two bags of rice back, he consciously went forward and picked up a bag of rice in each hand.
A bag of 20 kilograms of rice in each hand was not light. In ancient times, Yung Heng also liked to read more than practice martial arts. Just by looking at his image in ancient times, one could tell that he was a scholar. However, he did not show a trace of embarrassment. It was as if he was not carrying 40 kilograms of rice, but two or three kilograms of cotton.
"Let's go." Yung Heng said in a calm tone.
Song Yuan was a little surprised and hurriedly said, "That, let me carry one bag. It's too heavy."
Yung Heng smiled and shook his head, "You also said that it's heavy. Let me carry it. I don't think it's very heavy. It's very easy."
Song Yuan was really surprised this time, "You really think it's very easy? It seems that you really did exercise in those five years. I remember that you used to … "
At this point, she was stunned and swallowed back the words that she had not said.
In the past, she did not know his identity. The two of them were so happy at that time. Once, they wanted to go up the mountain to see the temple. She could not climb anymore and begged him to carry her. When he heard her request, he looked at her in disbelief.
In the end, he still carried her. In the end, before they reached halfway up the mountain, he was so tired that he was panting.
At that time, his mouth was also very vicious. He said that it was not that he was weak, but that she was heavier than him. She was so angry that she wanted to bite him to death.
In the past!
Yung Heng's gaze was still calm and gentle. Compared to when he first came, he had really settled down.
He did not ask her and did not tempt her to remember the past. Instead, he carried the bags of rice out of the supermarket and walked in front of her.
From the supermarket to the residential area, the road seemed to have become very long.
When they reached the ground floor, although Yung Heng was still trying his best to disguise himself, his breathing had indeed become heavier.
He sent the two bags of rice to her house and only left them at the entrance. He had no intention of going in. The moment he opened his mouth, he was panting heavily. "I still have something to do, so I won't be going in."
Song Yuan grunted in acknowledgment, "Wait a minute."
After saying this, she ran into the house and found a bottle of mineral water. She handed it to him. "I don't have the kind of sparkling water that you drink at home, but this is not bad."
Yung Heng took the bottle of water and responded in a low voice.
***
The mother and son's lunch was very simple. Song Yuan followed the online tutorials to make stewed pork ribs rice. Rong Ting liked it very much and ate two bowls of rice in one go.
After Yung Heng returned to the hotel, he did not know why, but he thought of the way she had enjoyed eating durian in the supermarket.
He hesitated for a long time before saying to Sun Qiming, "Go and buy me some … durian."
Actually, he did not have any other intentions. It was rare for him to come to the place where she grew up, so he wanted to try everything that she liked. It seemed that this way, he could understand all of her thoughts and get closer to her.
Sun Qiming had always been very efficient. After a short while, he brought back two big boxes of durian. "I went to a few fruit stores, and one of them had Cat Mountain King durian, so I bought it. I heard from the staff that it was very delicious. "
Yung Heng still felt a little nauseous when he smelled it, so he instinctively turned his head away.
After Sun Qiming left, he pinched his nose and tried to taste it with an expression that said he was not afraid of death. He quickly picked up the bottle of mineral water on the table and drank half of it in one go. Only then did he manage to suppress the taste.
Sure enough, when it came to eating, the two of them couldn't get along.
He held his breath and put the two big boxes of durian into a paper bag. After thinking for a while, he wrote a note and put it in the bag. He went out to Sun Qiming's room and asked Sun Qiming to send the durian to her.
After Sun Qiming left, he returned to the room. He still smelled the odor in the room, so he turned on the ventilation system and opened the windows. He brushed his teeth and took a shower. Only then did he feel a lot better.
When Sun Qiming sent the durian over, Rong Ting was taking an afternoon nap. Song Yuan opened the door quietly. When she saw that it was Sun Qiming, she was puzzled. "What's the matter?"
Sun Qiming smiled and handed the paper bag to her. "My boss asked me to send it to you."
"Oh?" Song Yuan did not even need to look. She knew that it was durian just by smelling it.
Sun Qiming seemed to be afraid that she would reject him. He handed the paper bag to her and turned to leave after saying goodbye. He did not even give her a chance to speak.
Song Yuan carried the paper bag and entered the door. Fortunately, Gugu was taking an afternoon nap and his bedroom door was closed. She took out the two big boxes of durian from the paper bag and saw the note.
The note was folded in half. When she opened it, the familiar handwriting greeted her eyes.
He was really good. When he wrote with a brush, it looked very good. At that time, people had already flattered him and said that his calligraphy and painting were unparalleled in the world. Now that he was in the modern world, he was actually used to writing with a fountain pen? His handwriting was even quite good …
He had written a poem.
She had never seen it before. It should have been written by him. In ancient times, she was good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was not proficient in any of them. At that time, he often wrote poems for her. She did not understand them and did not know how to reply to his poems. She could only draw small figures for him. Fortunately, she was not good at other things, but her drawings and comics were quite good.
At that time, he said that her drawings were inexplicable and made him confused. There was no beauty in them at all.
However, even though he said that, when she stopped drawing for him, he came to the General's residence to ask her …
At that time, she still could not understand his poems. She only looked at them and smiled. After that, she inexplicably fell into a sense of loss.
In the next few years, she did not seem to have told him or the emperor that she actually missed Ziheng.
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